Mummy & Daddy’s Naughty Diary (Erotica)

The Sex Slave Exchange Student

Kristen is so excited to have the exchange student living in her house. The naughty story ideas are bursting through the kinky girl’s mind. They whisper to her almost from beyond, like a sinful spirit is enjoying watching her change the world.

Niku Sakurajima is a shy but very busty girl. Soft-spoken. Demure. Her long, black hair falls down her back, and her bangs fall over her eyes, almost hiding her from the world. She’s gravitated to Sheila, sharing a room with Kristen’s older sister for the stay.

The girl isn’t slutty at all. She’s a good girl.

Kristen needs a good story for Niku. A bold one. A wild one. A week’s gone by as she thinks about it. Now, on the weekend, she has a story. It’s the perfect time to do it. Her mother is going to a film convention and Sheila is going as her assistant.

Unbeknownst to the oblivious Kristen, it’s a porn convention and Sheila is going to be staring in some amateur lesbian porn her mother films. Real mother/daughter stuff. Not the fake kind found on PornHub.

Britney, Kristen’s little sister, is also gone. She’s been invited on a trip with her best friend Noriko and her family. That was brimming with possibility. Kristen thought about writing a story about the pregnant Noriko seducing her father and mother with Britney’s help, but…

Kristen wanted to write about Niku this weekend.

The pastor wife’s had just announced she was pregnant. Kristen thought that was funny considering her stories of the woman being a gloryhole slut and loving her son’s big dick. Of course, the woman was pregnant with her son’s son. Kristen almost wrote another story continuing the slutty adventures of the preacher’s wife, but…

Niku.

This weekend, it would be Daddy, Carter, and Niku all alone in the house. Sure, Kristen would be there, but she would be up in her room. That’s when the story really hits her. Just the sort of story that she needs to write.

What if Niku’s family was in debt to the Yakuza and needed to get out of the country? What if she was sent here to get knocked up by a Western man and have an anchor baby so the entire family could immigrate to America and escape the Yakuza?

The moment Mom, Sheila, and Britney left the house Friday evening, Kristen starts her next story.

* * *

Niku Sakurajima

I was so nervous about being alone with Carter and his father. Kristen was here, but she never emerged from her room. Always writing. A ghost that would pick up dinner and scurry back to her room. Her family mostly ignored her.

Sometimes, it seemed like they didn’t even remember she existed.

So I hid myself in Sheila’s room. I wished I had gone with Sheila and her mother to this convention. Sheila implied it wasn’t the place I should be going. It was in Las Vegas. A wild city of gambling and drinking, like the red-light district in Shinjuku. My family just wanted me to study here and be a good girl.

So I would study hard.

Not long after the women all left, a knock came on the door. “Hai? I mean, yes?”

The door opened and Carter was there. He was a handsome, young man. A flutter of excitement ran through me. My friends all joked I would have an American boyfriend who would take my cherry. “American girls always put out on the first date,” Tomoe said. “You better be ready.”

I didn’t plan on dating, but… Carter was handsome, but sex? I wasn’t ready for that. Besides, he had two girlfriends already, Natalie and Beth. I don’t know how that worked, but maybe having harems and bigamy were legal in the States.

“Just seeing how you’re doing,” said Carter. He did have a handsome smile, but I didn’t want to be a third girlfriend. I wanted a nice boy, not someone who was as experienced as him. He would want me to put out.

“Fine, thank you,” I said, bowing my head slightly.

“Good, good,” he said. “Dad and I are ordering pizza. You want anything on yours.”

“Um, no. Whatever you choose.” I was eager to try American pizza. “Thank you.”

He nodded and closed the door. I swallowed, rubbing my hands on my jeans. I was glad I didn’t have to wear my school uniform here in the states.

* * *

Niku has a secret. Her family is heavily in debt to Yakuza and are barely getting by. If they have any problems with their family restaurant, they won’t make the payments. She wants to bring her family to America, and she knows just how to do it.

An anchor baby.

She has to be bred by an American man.

Only, she’s too shy and scared to seduce anyone. She wants Carter or his hunky father, but all she can do is stew in her hot pussy. Luckily for her, my brother knows just what Niku needs. A strong man to plant a baby in her belly.

* * *

Niku Sakurajima

I quivered there as Carter stared at me. I needed to make my move. The women of the house were gone. This was my chance to have Carter or his father breed me, but… but… It was too much. My family needed me, but I was too shy. I wasn’t a loose woman who could seduce a man.

I was just… me.

A good girl.

Tears brimmed in my eyes as I looked down. I wanted Carter to go away or scoop me up in his arms. My cheeks burned so hot as Carter marched toward me. He put a hand on my shoulder. I flinched.

“Look at me,” he said, his voice so strong. A deep baritone that made my pussy quiver.

I looked up into his young but manly eyes. “You’re scared of losing your cherry, aren’t you?”

“Hai,” I whispered, my entire body quivering.

“And you’re scared of going back to Japan,” he added.

How could he know that? It didn’t make sense. He shouldn’t know that.

“What you need is a strong man to plant a baby in your belly,” Carter said, speaking so boldly about my own desires. Could he read my mind? “You’re in luck. There are two of them at home. We don’t have to order pizza. Dad and I can feast on you tonight.”

“No, no,” I whimpered. It was still too scared. I had to do this, but losing my virginity was such a big step. I had six months to do this. It didn’t have to happen tonight. “You are wrong. I am not a slut.”

“I didn’t say you were a slut,” he said. “You’re a good girl that needs a big dick pumping your fertile womb full of virile seed.”

“That’s so vulgar,” I gasped, slapping my hands over my face. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. “I d-do not need that. I d-don’t!”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

He leaned in and whispered, “Your father told me you’d be a ripe little whore begging for my dick. I’m done waiting. We took you in because you’re hot. Dad and I want to breed you. One of us will be the father of your anchor baby. Don’t you want to save your family?”

“F-father sent me to be…”

“Our whore!” Carter grinned. “He sold you to us. You’re our sex slave. Even after you get your family here, you’re going to be living here from now on.”

I couldn’t believe it. I was so shocked. So ashamed by my father. And by how wet my pussy was. I should resist. I wasn’t a whore, but I didn’t. I never resisted the men in my life. My father. My uncle. My teachers. I always did what I was told, I just never had been told to be… be…

A slut.

Like a whore who worked at a Soapland brothel.

He drew me from the chair and out the door. We passed Kristen’s room. Was she even home? Would she even notice her father and brother using me as their sex slave? Would she realize they were pumping me full of cum?

I shivered. This could not be happening, but it was. He was leading me down the stairs. I quivered, my heart pounding in my chest. This was truly happening. I swallowed, my entire body shaking with… with… excitement.

“That’s a good slut,” Carter said as he brought me down to the living room where his father waited in a bathrobe.

Mr. Miller was a tall man with brown hair like his son. A few inches taller, his face was just as handsome but mature. Full of the confidence of his four decades of life. He was fit and tall. He opened his robe, his big dick thrusting out hard before him.

I gasped and clamped my hands over my face, covering my eyes with my fingers. But… I peeked through them, staring at a man’s cock for the first time. He throbbed with his heartbeat. He was thick and long. I couldn’t believe how large he was.

My pussy burned at the sight of him. He sat on the chair and nodded in approval. I burned so bright. I glanced back at Carter. He wore jeans and a t-shirt, his face hungry. His cock bulged the front of his pants.

“Strip me,” he said. “A good sex slave has to know how to strip a man.”

“Hai,” I whimpered. The front door was right there. I could run out of it. I could call the police. 911. I learned that number. Or I could threaten to tell Mrs. Miller about this. Maybe… “What would… Mrs. Miller say if she…?”

“She’s eager to have you eat her pussy,” Mr. Miller said. “My wife’s a cuckqueen. She loves watching me fuck tight, young cunts like you. Now that’s earned you a spanking. Strip my son then get naked.”

I jumped at the firmness in his voice even as I was shocked that Mrs. Miller could be so deviant. She was as warm and loving as my own mother. The world spun around me as I pulled off Carter’s shirt. I whimpered as I dropped that to the floor. He nodded, clearly eager for me to do more.

I dropped to my knees and unbuckled his jeans. I unzipped his fly and pulled them down. His cock tented his boxers. He stepped out of his pants. I folded them and set them down. Then I peeled off his socks. Finally, I had to remove his underwear.

My hands shook. My heart beat wildly. My father had really sold me to them to be their sex slave? My pussy clenched. I had to do this for my family and because… Carter wanted me to. He stared down at me with such authority in his eyes.

Good girls always did what they were told by those in authority over them. Fathers, teachers, masters.

I tugged down his boxers with trembling hands. I gasped when his cock popped out and flinched. I looked away from the angry, pink tip bobbing right before my eyes. This was too much. It was too scary. I just had to keep stripping him naked. Then I had to–

“Suck my dick, Niku,” said Carter. “Now, slave!”

“Hai!” I squeaked and whipped my head around. My heart fluttered. A blowjob? I had to do it. I closed my eyes and leaned forward. My lips kissed the tip of his cock.

My nineteen-year-old heart quivered as I tasted something salty. It spilled past my lips. The infamous precum that boys had. I shuddered as I slid my lips over his cock. I sealed my mouth around his dick and suckled on him.

“Damn, a shy virgin sucking my dick is something else, Dad,” groaned Carter.

“Enjoy, son,” said Dad. “Nothing like taking a wholesome and shy girl and turning her into a whore. This is going to be a great weekend.”

“Yes, Dad,” I groaned. “Damn, we are going to have you turned into a complete whore. You’ll be nice and bred. Hopefully, a daughter. We get to keep your daughter, too. You’ll raise her to be a sex slave. When she’s eighteen, you’ll educate her on all the naughty things she’ll have to do to please us.”